0 comments/ 16689 views/ 4 favorites The Closet By: CRWestminster Crouched in the darkened confines of the closet, Paul waited anxiously for his wife and the man she had picked up at the bar to come into the bedroom. He heard them in the living room, talking in low tones and sporadic muffled laughter. In his mind's eye he could see them sitting on the sofa drinking, touching and teasing each other. "I wished they would get in here, this closet is making me claustrophobic," he thought. Visions of the man and Paul's wife burned in his brain. Paul was sure excitement coursed through the stranger's head, excited with the prospect of bedding her. Jennifer is a real prick teaser without doing anything. Just the sight of her was an erotic temptation to men. He watched other men's reactions for years. Jennifer created comment and erections around the room at parties, nightclubs, grocery stores, practically anywhere. Jennifer is an erotic dancer and since Paul doesn't dance enough for her, she will often dance with other men when they go out. Men make fools of themselves on the dance floor, putting moves on Jenn and she likes to tantalize them too, dancing just as dirty as the men do. It makes her hot to have other men want her, flirt with her and try to pick her up. Paul had to admit it made him hot to watch the effect she had on other men. He encouraged her because of the benefits he reaps when they get home. Alone in the darkness Paul's sense of smell, touch, hearing and a vivid imagination became more acute as he peered into the bedroom through the louvered door. The closet smelled faintly of worn clothing and leather. He could smell Jennifer's fragrance, not just her perfume but her femininity, all about him. She always smelled so good, he could never get enough of her. Blindly reaching around he found the hamper and chanced upon a pair of panties Jenn had worn earlier in the day. Putting them to his nose he breathed in that sweet familiar bouquet that he loved so much. A tingle started in his crotch and quickly flooded him with desire for her, causing him to clench those muscles. "I'll be right back...make another drink." Jennifer's voice was in the bedroom. She closed the door and whispered, "Paul are you here?" "Yes, what's taking so long?" came Paul's muted response from the closet. Jennifer opened the closet door and squat down to where he was sitting, still holding her panties in his hand. Her skirt rode up her thighs showing her panties already wet with desire. "We're about ready to come in, are you sure you're going to be alright with this?" "Yeah, yeah just hurry up. I'm going crazy waiting for you." he pleaded. She gave him a wet kiss, swirling her tongue around his lips before she broke free and stood. "I'll make it good for you, sweetie," she whispered, closing the door. Jenn and Paul fantasized about this moment for a long time; now it was finally going to happen. They talked at length about how she would go to a bar not far from their home and pick up a man. (Something she had always fantasized but had been too afraid of doing on her own.) She would bring him home, saying that her husband was out-of-town, not to be home until the next day. Jennifer would complain about how he didn't satisfy her and didn't take enough time when making love to her. Paul would conceal himself in one of the two closets, watching through the louvered doors. She in turn would put on a sex show for him with the other man. Jennifer wanted Paul there in case anything undesirable should happen. Paul was a voyeur at heart and loved to watch others in the act. Both felt this way it wasn't like they were cheating on each other and could still experience their desires covertly. Sort of having their cake and eating it too. Paul and Jenn had great sex when they acted out fantasies and both loved to share their imaginations. It added dimension to their lovemaking allowing them the freedom to experience anything they wanted. Light burst through the louvers of the closet door. In his surprise, Paul almost lost his balance and fell against the closet shelves. "Now that would be great, he thought, Murphy's Law in the bedroom." Jennifer quickly dimmed the lights and chided the man for breaking the romantic spell. He responded by grabbing her around the waist, pulling her close, his mouth finding her plump scarlet lips. She pulled away shoving the man to the bed, not interested in kissing him or having some "romantic encounter". To her, this was purely sexual. Once he was seated, she slipped off his shoes and socks and then began undoing his belt. "Hey there honey, you're in a hell of a hurry aren't you? Slow down." he said in his drunken drawl. He fell back on the bed as she pulled the pants from his legs. I could see the huge bulge in his jockey shorts. "Just relax and let me do my thing, believe me you'll get your chance," she said smiling. Jenn kicked off her shoes and crawled between his legs. Remembering her husband, she positioned herself to the side so as not to block his view. She reached inside the man's underwear and removed that bulge. He looked thick and heavy in her small hands as he rested on his elbows watching her every move. She waved his growing cock in the air and said, "This is what I've been wanting". "It's all yours tonight baby!" he said falling back against the pillows. He was a big man, Jenn barely stood to his shoulder and it looked like everything else was proportional. A flame of jealousy flared in Paul's head but was quickly extinguished by the rising excitement of watching Jennifer have sex in front of him with another man. He squeezed his own cock and clenched those muscles again and again. Shooting a quick smile at the closet doors, Jennifer began to pull on his cock feeling the weight and girth of it in her hand. Bringing it to her eager mouth, she kissed the head and ran her tongue around it, leaving a wet trail of saliva. The man moaned. Paul couldn't see his face but he knew what the man was feeling. He watched breathless as his wife's mouth slowly enveloped the man and started working up and down the length of him. Her hands gripped what she couldn't take in her mouth. He grew longer and thicker as she manipulated his shaft. "My God," Paul thought, "this guy is hung." Another pang of jealousy struck him, or was it penis-envy? He rubbed his own hardness through his pants and could feel a wet spot developing. He undid his pants and let them slip quietly to the carpet, exposing his own naked stiffness. Jennifer's skirt was around her waist and the man's fingers searched the thin fabric of her panties for the leg opening. His broad fingers disappeared beneath the flimsy material as her legs spread for access. Frustrated with her panties, the guy ripped them off roughly. "Oh what a cave man! I think I like that. Are you going to fuck me hard from behind too?" Jenn's glistening wetness exposed on her pussy and inner thighs. She was seldom dry, always wet and willing after minimum foreplay. "I plan on fucking you as many ways as it takes until we both come so you better be ready." "That's what I wanted to hear, now lay back and let me suck on you." Her mouth was busy on him now, making vulgar slurping sounds as she devoured his hardness. Knowing Paul was there watching her increased her lustfulness making her fluids run. She took her mouth from his prick to look hungrily at it and slowly jack him off. Pulling his cock like a cow's teat, she urged crystal drops to fountain down the head of it, licking it off before it fell to the bed. Paul watched intently as she pulled the skin back and forth over the wet and shiny head. She smiled in his direction and point the wet and shiny cockhead at Paul, teasing him, before plunging her cherry lips over it again. The man fingered Jennifer's wet slit, spreading juices over her shaved, puffy, pussy lips. Two sausage-sized fingers slipped into her making her quiver and sigh with pleasure. "Oh god, I need your cock inside me now." as he pulled out her sweet nectar. Jenn rose to her knees and swung a leg over him, sandwiching his engorged dick between her wet pussy and his stomach. As she slid back and forth along the length of him, with one fluid move she pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the dresser, releasing big, beautiful, firm tits to his eyes and hands. He attacked them greedily, massaging them and sucking her erect nipples. Reaching between her legs she played the bulbous head along her glistening slit. Her lips parted, swollen and wet in her excitement. Protruding provocatively amid them was her pink and very erect clitoris. She pressed his shaft into her ever so slowly consumed the entire length with her pussy. Paul watched, transfixed, as the massive cock stretched her open, disappearing an inch at a time. "Oh Fuck! You're big, take it easy on me. Let me adjust," she pleaded. He didn't respond as Jenn slowly rode him with that hip rocking motion he too loved so much. The reflection in the mirror was confirmation of her pleasure. With her head thrown back, mouth open and eyes squeezed tightly closed, she slowly rode his fleshy tower. Hands spread her ass cheeks giving him a perfect view of the action. Their succus flooding down his cock with each stroke as it slipped into her. Paul stroked his own hard on as he watched that cock disappear again and again into his wife's hot, libidinous cunt. Jennifer began to bounce wantonly on the man's lap. Her breath was coming in whistling gasps from between her clenched teeth. Suddenly, with an "Oh god...oh god...yes," she came; her body frozen in orgasm. The man continued to pump away into her rigid body, prolonging Jenn's shattering climax. At length, she fell to his chest and he slowed his thrusts to a more leisurely pace once more. For a few minutes he kept up the unhurried probing as she lay regaining her breath and savoring the delicious feeling of him inside her. "Let me up, I want you on your knees, I'm gonna fuck you from behind so I can look at that beautiful ass of yours," he demanded. Jennifer did as he commanded, his eager cock popped out with a flood of wetness, slapping heavily against his stomach. "Damn girl, you sure are one juicy little piece of ass." Rolling over to her knees, she positioned herself sideways for Paul's benefit. With her ass high in the air, back arched and her face deep into the pillows, her sex clearly visible, pink, swollen and wet with her climax, the man maneuvered behind her, his large prick bobbing salaciously in front of him. He took hold of it, and guiding it to her waiting opening. It slid into her gaping hole with ease. His balls were tight and cuddled closely to his body signifying that he too was close to orgasm. After a moment, he began to move his hips to some languid rhythm, using the long, deep strokes that Jennifer loved so much. On his knees, Paul continued to stroke himself. He was wet and slippery now from his own juices and spread them over his rigid length. He was so aroused watching these two fucking in front of him that he felt several times that he would either come or pass out. Paul was especially aroused because this was a dangerous, covert act that reminded him of when he was a boy watching girl next door shower through her bathroom window. The illicit nature of the act and the thought of being discovered was exhilarating beyond belief. His face felt hot and flushed, his breaths came fast and shallow. He felt dizzy as the blood rushed loudly in his ears. "Can they hear me?" he wondered. "Would my breathing or heartbeat give me away? Would I be found out?" Thankfully, they had left the radio on in the other room just loud enough to cover any extraneous noises that he might make. He forced that notion out of his mind as the man picked up his thrusting tempo. The man was now close to coming, he looked huge and hard as steel as he repeatedly impaled Jenn on his pistoning shaft. Sweat collected on their bodies, making them both glisten and shine in the low light of the bedroom. They were both groaning now in time to his thrusting. Jennifer eagerly met his lunges with her own as they both worked toward an explosive climax. Paul too was nearing orgasm as he watched them and stroked himself with ever increasing vigor. He wanted to come out of the closet and give his bursting dick to her to suck while she was being jammed with this other man's cock. He wanted to join in their reverie, be a part of the show, he wanted to give her the gratification of a two-man orgasm. She fantasized having sex with two men at once and the mental picture of it sent him over the edge. Paul's cock jumped repeatedly in his hand as he came into the panties that he still held. It was all he could do to hold back his own cries of ecstasy by biting his lip as wave after wave pulsed through his body. He was not alone. The stranger's orgasm burst forth. "Oh... Baby...Oh my God...you feel so good on my cock!" his teeth clenched tightly. His muscular ass contracting with each load as he spewed his white lava into her. Jennifer continued the motion with her hips, squeezing every last drop from his throbbing prick. Still planted deep inside her he crooned his satisfaction with her performance as they finally collapsed to the bed. They lay next to each other in silence for a while until at last Jennifer asked that he go in the event her husband came home early. She grabbed a wrap and closed the door behind her to the bathroom. The man, gratified, dressed and left the bedroom without another word. The room was humid with the smell of their sex. Paul appeared in the living room just as Jennifer closed the door, falling against it with a sigh. "Was it as good as you expected?" he asked. "I hope you enjoy your fantasy fuck, I certainly did!" "Oh yes", she swooned. "I thought of you watching me, watching him with me. I couldn't stop coming. Did you like watching us?" she asked with that evil grin she gets when she talks about sex. "I'll say, I came buckets all over your panties, sorry." They talked and played with each other into the early morning hours reviewing the night's action and made plans for their next adventure. The Closet Her students watched her walk – back and forth, back and forth – across the stage of the lecture hall. She was impeccably dressed in a form-fitting, black, high waisted pencil skirt paired with a sheer corset top and a silky chemise underneath. Her too-high, black, sling-backed heels clicked like a metronome on the cold tiles as she walked front of her class. Her nude thigh highs barely peeked out from the seductive slit on the side of her skirt; giving her male students a bit of a thrill when she walked by, as well as giving a soft illusion of the floral tattoo on her right calf. Her soft, brown hair framed her shoulders and her tasteful, silver jewelry nestled nicely in between her voluptuous, 38D breasts. Her 'professor' glasses made her look intelligent in a very, wicked way. The lecture hall was full – as normal – and her students eagerly awaited every word as her mind captivated almost as thoroughly as her seductive walk. She liked having her students enthralled by her words as well as her style – it gave her a power trip that she very much enjoyed. This particular night she noticed a very handsome man sitting in the rear of her class who was not normally there. His gaze was constantly upon her, every time she looked their eyes met for a brief second. He looked seductively dangerous and a bit mysterious, it made her blood chill and her heart race. She found herself speaking almost exclusively to him in her mind. There was just something about him – and she did not know what it was quite yet. After her lecture, students came up to ask questions, turn in term papers and otherwise engage her. When she had a chance to look, she noticed that the handsome stranger was gone, having blended in with the crowd of students exiting the classroom. She was upset as she wished to speak to him, to know who, exactly, he was. Exiting the lecture hall, she realized that it was quite late. Her students had kept her past 10 pm, the school was almost abandoned – her favorite time. She loved to walk the halls feeling the presence of all who had walked them before her, listening to the sounds of the University, as in the building itself. She imagined if she were really quiet she could hear professors of decades past discussing any number of topics. Her office was on the 3rd floor – a long way from the lecture halls. As she rounded the corner of the 3rd floor she saw someone outside her office door. It was HIM -the handsome stranger! She walked up toward him and as she did her heart started to beat faster. There was something about him – something enticing. He was taller than her by quite a bit, soft brownish hair, very handsome. He had a very nice, athletic build. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but he looked really sexy. His eyes reflected the dim light almost like an animal's would as he watched her walk toward him. "Hello there," she greeted him, reaching for her office keys, "what can I do for you?" "I have come to see you, Mikayla," he answered, smiling. He had a very nice, yet though provoking smile. His warm, deep, masculine voice had a tinge of an accent, European she thought. He addressed her informally with her first name, not giving her the deference of Professor. This made her very curious, as any fellow professor or student would have done so. She opened her office, placed her laptop and books on her desk, clicked on the little light behind it and sat down, inviting him to sit. "Actually, I was wondering if we might take a walk," he asked, as if it was so simple, so commonplace for her to just 'walk' around with strangers. Oddly, she felt no sense of danger, no sense of fear – only excitement – so she agreed. She locked up her office – leaving her personal items on her desk – and they walked down the nearly empty hallways. "So, are you a student in one of my classes, or a course auditor," she asked. "Neither," he replied simply. "Oh, well then, what has brought you here," she questioned. "You, Mikayla. Just you," he answered, taking her hand. This gesture should have been odd – at least – but instead was comfortable. It was almost like she knew him. It was almost like she had been with him before. She did not take her hand away, just kept on walking. Her heels clicking along and his soft shoes making no noise. It was almost as if she were walking with a ghost. A very intriguing, sexy ghost! As they followed the long, winding halls she found herself getting more and more curious. Every question she asked, he answered simply, with one or two words, divulging nothing about himself. She walked along, holding his hand, feeling enticed and, yes, aroused. She started to notice a very pleasant smell coming from him, a cologne perhaps? Or, maybe just his smell. When they reached the storage closets for the theater department he abruptly stopped. He turned to her, leaning against the wall and grabbed her waist, pulling her toward him. Their lips met and he kissed her – just like he had kissed her a thousand times. She attempted to withdraw, as this shocked her, but he only held her closer and kissed her harder. He bit her lip – gently – but it got her attention. She started to melt into him, yielding to his lips, tongue and mouth. Their kiss became more heated, passionate, needy. She heard the 'click' of the door opening and felt herself being pulled into the closet, and for a second panicked. Why was he pulling her in there? In an instant she was surrounded by darkness, the closet was extremely small. Their two bodies barely fit in the space, which made her almost claustrophobic. He turned her around so that her back hit the wall at the rear of the tiny closet, and reached back to shut the door. It was pitch black, no light at all to help her to see. It was almost like she were wearing a blindfold. He was still kissing her, and she was still yielding to him. His hand went up to her face, stroked her cheek, but then went to her neck. His large, strong hand encircled her neck, squeezing just a bit. For a split second she worried that he was going to kill her and leave her in this closet! However, the way he held her neck made her feel safe – as if he knew what he was doing. The kisses had become even more heated – their spit mixing around as he kissed her mouth, lips, neck. He pinned her to the wall with his hand on her neck and pressed himself against her. He was hard – very hard – and he was not shy about letting her know. She found herself grinding herself shamelessly against him. He must have taken this as a hint to continue because his free hand reached up and unbuttoned her blouse deftly. He grabbed at her breasts as he kissed, sucked and gently bit on her neck, shoulders and the tops of her breasts. He roughly pulled her breasts out of her lacy bra, exposing the hardened nipples to his hot breath. His hand pulled up her skirt one side, then the other, exposing her thighs and her ass. He never released his grip on her neck, but his other hand explored her body wantonly, eagerly, roughly. She felt her panties being moved aside and her legs being forced open. His hand explored her wetness, opening her petals, smearing the wetness all over her mound. His hands were so eager to enter her that his fingers began to sink in almost instantly and she muttered 'Oooh' as they did. The heat of her pussy was crazy and the excitement that she felt as he ravaged her with his fingers was divinely intense. He plunged his fingers firmly up into her, forcing her legs to open more and her body to actually go up onto her tip toes. She felt herself being lifted up and smushed harder against the wall. He took her left leg and extended it, it met the other wall with no effort; he did the same with her right. There she was, legs spread, panties pushed aside, this sexy stranger's fingers fucking up into her pussy while she quite literally fucked his hand to orgasm in this tiny, dark closet! "Cum for me Mikayla," he whispered in her ear. It was more like a growl, really. A commanding growl that she couldn't refuse. "Ooooh, fuck...I'm...Cummmminnnngggg," she heaved as her legs started to convulse and shake. His fingers did not stop, nor did his kisses. He simply groaned a bit and continued to fuck her with his fingers. Up and into her with just the perfect attention to her clit. He was good. He was damn good. As she came down from her orgasm, she felt the hard tip of his cock at her opening. She had put herself so deeply into her subspace during orgasm that she did not notice him undoing his pants and setting his cock free. He teased her only momentarily with his cock until thrusting it firmly and deeply into her waiting wetness. "Ohhh fuck...Fuck me...Fuck me now..." she said, breathing heavily and gasping with pleasure. He took her whole weight onto his cock now and bounced her up and down on his manhood, his large cock hitting her cervix with each and every thrust. She was so close to cumming again...so close. She grabbed at his neck and back, scratching him with her fingernails. He kissed her roughly, sucking on her neck and biting here and there. His breathing was getting more rapid and she knew he was getting close to cumming. She put her feet back on the wall and used her strength to fuck him. Up and down on his cock she slid, their bodies a tangled twist of sweat and heat. The little closet was an erotic cocoon for both of them. The confinement had forced them to almost become one – one being stuck together in intimate closeness. His hand released her neck and went to her ass. He grabbed her up and forced her down onto him. His whole length was inside her and he was moaning in the most delicious way. She knew he was close to cumming – she wanted him to cum deep inside her. She bit his earlobe and licked his ear, whispering, 'Its OK, I want you to fill me with your hot cum!" "Fuck...Fuck...Oh my God...fuck..." he breathed hard and whispered into her ear. With that his body became rigid and his grasp on her tightened. He began to empty himself into her. She felt his hot load filling her pussy. He continued to kiss her, less heated now. He slowed his motion and held her on him, grabbing her tightly and squeezing her ass. He picked her up and lowered her to the floor, the hot cum starting to drip down her leg and onto her thigh highs. She didn't care. She stood there, motionless, breathing heavily in front of him. The sweet scent of sex filled the tiny space and his cum was literally snaking its way down to her ankle. He reached out, brushed her cheek and kissed her neck gently, lovingly. He pulled up his jeans, reached behind him and opened the door, backing out slowly. When the dim light of the hallway hit the small closet she blinked to focus, saw his devilish smile and then he was gone. Just like a ghost he literally vanished. For quite a while she stood in the closet smelling his scent – and theirs. She reached down and took a sample of his cum and put it to her lips. So sweet. When she arrived home she started to seriously wonder if it was all a dream – some crazy fantasy she had after a long, stressful day. As she undressed in front of her bedroom mirror she saw them – the marks. The bite marks on her neck, shoulder and breasts. The hand print on her neck. The flushed erotic marks all over her body. She smiled.